Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.